My Best Educational Experience (111)
In my junior year of high school, I had one of the best teachers ever. Her name was Ms. Dulin, and she was my AP English Composition teacher. I am not even specifically interested in English or writing papers, but her passion for the subject earned my respect. In that class, we read various interesting books, I learned of my love for Amy Tan, and we evaluated poetry. I found that this class caught my interest for two reasons: the first was just seeing the passion that this woman had for the English language, and the second was the fact that she so eloquently selected class material to captivate her students.
My Worst Educational Experience (166)
In kindergarten, I was sick the day of the Santa’s workshop. I was really upset already because I wasn’t able to pick out gifts for my Mom and Dad. I went to class the next day and a classmate told me that Santa Claus hated me because I missed his workshop and that I would get coal for Christmas. After hearing this, I somehow managed to run away from school. I consider this a bad education experience because a kindergarten teacher should have a handle of the classroom, yet I was able to get away. Luckily, my Mom stayed behind talking to her friends and heard me crying in the basketball court. This was also the teacher who told me to stop screaming when I fell and cut my stomach so badly that I needed stitches, and I also found out that the year after, they caught a mouse in the mouse trap and she let the class pet it. Luckily, she was soon after fired.
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